The Passion of Casanova
Wear What?
Finally that night Ken and Zoya sleep in the twins' room. The little babies were lined up on the bed, and surely Baby A was near Zoya, while the last El squirmed in Ken's arms.
The baby sitters occupy the next room, they do not need 2 or 3 rooms, because one room is enough for the five of them.
From his place, Ken reached out, reached to the top of Zoya's head and rubbed her gently. The woman raised her head, until their sight met.
Ken smelled a thin smile. "Sleep, Honey. And for you Baby guys, don't bother Mommy, Mommy's going to bed. Especially you, An! Don't make Mommy hard. Enough Daddy's hard to get rations."
"Daddy," whined Zoya, hearing Ken's last words. The handsome man chuckled, Ken's burly hand coming down and emptying into Zoya's cheek.
"Just kidding, Baby. Tonight I will give in," said Ken, rubbing Zoya's lips while looking at the woman he loved so much with a longing.
Zoya's cheeks instantly turned red. He nodded and caught the back of Ken's hand, while the man immediately floated his right leg, until he perched on both of Zoya's.
"We hugged our feet tonight," said Ken, making Zoya chuckle, her husband was always able to muffle her feelings of regret, even if Zoya realized, Ken was actually always giving up.
Remembering all of this, Zoya sometimes feels guilty. She can't be a good mother and wife. However, Ken always assures his wife that there will never be another woman who fills Ken's heart other than Zoya.
You are number one, and the last.
Ken who felt sore because his hands extended, finally pulled away, he and Zoya just looked at each other. Ken won't sleep until his wife falls asleep first. A small smile becomes a cover tonight, Zoya begins to enter the subconscious.
Ken got up from the bed slowly, he stepped towards Zoya, pulled the blanket and kissed his wife's forehead with a deep kiss. "Good sleep, dear. Sorry, I still lack a lot. But I hope, all my flaws don't make you leave, promise to stay here. Because without you is my biggest fear, I'm afraid I can't live normally, when you leave me. Zoy, believe me there will never be anyone who can take your place in my heart."
Ken peeped back at Zoya's head, now feeling much longer. "I love you, Baby. I love you so much."
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Elsewhere, in Ron and Siska's room. The man was stroking his wife's back, lately Siska complained of not being able to sleep, because of her increasingly large gestational age.
"How, Honey? Is this comfortable?" ron asked, behind that increasingly wide back. Siska nodded, loving it when it has been rubbed like this.
"Enak, Brother. The grandpa likes it," replied the pregnant woman while continuing to feel the comfort made by her husband's burly hands.
"No, Papi. Dedek nurut this one." Siska answered by mimicking the voice of a child. Hearing that, the two chuckled, feeling funny.
The feeling of impatience approached the two. Ron slid his face in the recess of Siska's neck, while his hands did not stop moving, rising to the point where he climbed to the top of the Himalayas.
"We make a way of birth yuk, dear," Ron chirped, making Siska instantly raise both eyebrows.
"Birth street? What's it like, brother?"
"Lho, yesterday did you not hear what the doctor suggested?"
Siska is getting cringing. "What advice? Which one?"
"Honey, the doctor said yesterday, connecting when your womb is big is good, let the grandpa easily come out," explained Ron, Siska trying to remember. Yesterday the doctor suggested it that way.
"I also heard from Zoya he said that after giving birth, the husband drinks ASI too, is it yes, sister?" siska asked, now she turned her body, facing her husband.
Ron smiled slightly, he nodded quickly confirming Siska's question. "Of course, I also need energy. Otherwise I wouldn't be working."
Siska nodded in understanding, while Ron chuckled. Why is it so easy to fool this woman. He became anxious himself.
"Now it's time to make a highway for the little guy, we're doing some rodii tonight."
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